Yet he downa gang to bed, When the little wee bit heart That the heart can hardly frame Wi' a bonny, bonny lassie, When the kye comes hame. Then since all Nature joins [This is Mr. Hogg's 'favourite pastoral for singing.'] THE MINSTREL BOY. JAMES HOGG. The minstrel Boy to the glen is gone, He sings of nature all in her prime, How wildly sweet is the minstrel's lay, Through cliffs and wild woods ringing, But unless there be love in the heart within, THE SKYLARK. JAMES HOGG. Bird of the wilderness, Blythesome and cumberless, Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea! Blest is thy dwelling place O to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth. O'er fell and fountain sheen, O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbows rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms, Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling place O to abide in the desert with thee! WHEN MAGGY GANGS AWAY. JAMES HOGG, O what will a' the lads do When Maggy gangs away O what will a' the lads do ? When Maggy gangs away? O what will a' the lads do When Maggy gangs away? Young Jock has taen the hill for't- Poor Harry's taen the bed for't, The young laird o' the Lang-Shaw And that is mair in maiden's praise But, O, what will the lads do The wailing in our green glen The fairies frae their beds o' dew THE WEE HOUSE. JAMES HOGG. I like thee weel, my wee auld house, My head's grown grey aneath thy kipple, And aye the ingle cheek was free Baith to the blind man an' the cripple. What gart my ewes thrive on the hill, The poor man left me aye his blessin'. My bonny bairns around me smiled, In notes sae artless an' sae winning. Our e'ening psalm a hymn of joy; Sae calm an' peacefu' was our rest, Our bliss, our love, without alloy. |